Category Archives: Bishop Elizabeth

At six o’clock we were waiting for coffee, Waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb That was going to be served from a certain balcony, —Like kings of old, or like a miracle. It was still dark. One foot of … Continue reading →

The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. … Continue reading →